reading room
Thanks for Watching
for October 21st, 2023
I didn't visit much anymore, not like those days when pixel suns rose with his voice — warm and sure — and the world has built for fun.
I'd long since left the treehouses, the cake trails and dogs he named, grown through those stories, with real-world things to claim.
But still, the morning lingered in some soft-lit part of me, wooden planks, a gentle laugh, the place I first felt free.
And then — the end. Not sudden, not unkind. Just a bow, a breath, a final sign-off from that world I'd left behind.
He: "Thanks for watching." and the years came rushing through — how endings slip in quietly, with a whispered, "meant for you."
He closed a door I thought had vanished, long boarded up with age, but it opened, just to wave goodbye, from that distant, golden stage.
And I? I wept for something soft, for something small yet bright — a world that once had held me close, then let me go, just right.
— Lilith